Kress Still
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*Ok apparently it's not that easy.* Kress' brow was thick with sweat, his mind was racing and even though he hadn't put in too much work yet, it felt like his legs were on fire as the rally continued. *That bitch was sandbagging, and I showed my hand too early.* Kress grit his teeth as the ball was batted back and forth. Kress and Willow were keeping the rally light in strength out of fear for the paddles, but the ball was still speeding up.
But let's back up just a bit. For the first point, Kress won the coin toss and managed a decent serve, then when Willow casually batted it back, Kress lunged forward and slammed the ball off to the side, just barely clipping the edge of the table before it bounced away, out of Willow's reach. A good way to get a point up… but a bad play if Kress wanted to win.
